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It was a beautiful evening with the most comforting sunset, but Joulie was hard at work. She was a tax collector, and the job sometimes required odd hours. Not everyone was available during the work day hours, especially not the paupers she had the misfortune to be tasked with collecting from.

Ever since her evolution, she had been taken much more seriously. At first she enjoyed it, but since it meant more troublesome jobs, she was beginning to regret it. As a Raichu, she had made the decision, though she sort of wished it compulsory like some of her colleagues. That hussy Luxio got a lot of attention and similar job posting and she wasn't even apex yet. Joulie guessed that stone evolving to apex just meant something different.

She looked down at her list, only five left. She realized that was going to take at least another hour. One of these paupers was going to come up with fifty excuses, she just knew it. With a reluctant sigh, she stepped up to the next house on the list and knocked on the door.

While she waited, and knocked a couple extra times, she noticed someone watching her from across the street. He, or she, was wearing a hooded cloak, and was standing alone in front of what looked like a vacant house. This struck her as odd for a reason that got struck from her head as a gruff woman's voice shouted from in the house.

The door creaked open to an elderly Eevee. Joulie winced at the concept, she must be so poor as to not be able to pick up even the cheapest of stones. The market price on thunder stones was so low currently that Joulie had cursed herself for buying one so much ahead of time. She shook the thought out and announced her task.

"I'm with the tax collection," she chanted, "Duke Daring wishes you well this harvest."

"I'm not one of the farmers," the elderly woman spat, "Nor is my grandson. We're the closest thing this town has to a proper tailor, not that the folks here appreciate the clothes on their backs. My grandson is terribly ill, so you'll have to wait in line."

At that moment the old Eevee finally registered what Joulie had said. Apparently this cognition arrived when she finally took the time to notice that the woman before her was wearing clothing of much higher quality than anything she'd likely put out.

"Oh, so you're here for your fancy keep money?" The lady mocked, "I trust you aren't adding any on to pad your own pockets. No, you look trustworthy enough. Tell me, what do I owe you, how far am I behind?"

Joulie rolled her eyes, "Actually, you're the only one in town who's ahead."

The woman stared at her in disgust.

Joulie caught her tongue too late, curse her sarcastic impulses, "Only two months, but if you pay what you can, under your current restrictions, I'm sure we can let it slide this time."

The Eevee cocked an eyebrow, "Has the duke gone soft?"

Joulie sighed, knowing that the duke had always been generous with his poorer subjects. It was her colleagues that tended to make things sound so urgent. Honestly, she was surprised by the amount of money she had collected thus far.

"He has made a few changes in his agency, and apologizes for mishaps his former agents has caused," Joulie had made up that story earlier that day. None of the corrupt collection agents had been replaced, they just moved on to cozier jobs.

The woman chewed on something, probably her dentures, for a moment before walking back into her home grumbling. Joulie stood awkwardly at the front door waiting. The Eevee returned a few minutes later with a few loose coins.

"Tell the duke he can choke on them," she spat.

Joulie smiled as she took the coins. To her astonishment it was a full payment, though it still left the household two months behind. She stared at the coins for a moment and felt sort of guilty, the job did that to her sometimes.

"I know a doctor," Joulie stated still holding the coins, "I could see if he'd-"

"No doctors!" the grandmother shouted, "He just needs rest. I can get him through it, just like I always do. I take care of the farmers' hands when they fall ill, you know, and they're up to working again in a fortnight. No doctor I've known has ever promised that."

Joulie put the money in her satchel and recorded the payment on her list, "Well, thank you for your hospitality, I hope your grandson recovers soon."

The woman snorted competently before closing the door.

Joulie sighed and checked the next name on the list. She looked at the sun for her time, she estimated ten minutes, and caught the hooded man out of the corner of her eye. She refused to look directly at him, but noticed that he was still watching her. She deliberately kept her head forward as she approached the next house.

Knocking on the door, she looked at the list. It appeared to be a fairly young man who worked on the farms. Thomas, a Sandshrew, who was probably fairly busy with the harvest. She smiled, the man was probably tired from the long day and would be unlikely to put up much of a fuss.

After around five minutes of knocking to no answer, she took it to record that he wasn't home. That meant that she'd have to take his payment during the next day's sweep up where she had to hunt down each of the, she had counted seven, people who missed payment for whatever reason.

With a sigh, she turned to look at the sun and caught a face full of sand. While disoriented from surprise, she took a strong blow to the gut knocking the wind out of her. She couldn't muster the effort to scream as the assailant grabbed her and dragged her inside the house.

Joulie stumbled to the floor and watched dazed as the hooded man cut the strap of her collection satchel and tossed it casually onto a nearby table. Shaking her head for a moment, she noticed the assailant's long claws, and decided that she had one choice in the matter.

Joulie summoned all her might into an arcing thunderbolt directed at the man. It scorched his cloak and caught fire to it, but mostly it bounced about the house awkwardly. She was disorientated, sure, but lightning was supposed to aim itself. She had a realization as the man threw off his cloak and stomped on it.

This was his house, this was Thomas, now apparently a Sandslash of respectable build. All that time on the farm had done wonderful things to his form, he was almost as meaty as a blacksmith. He was immune to her primary method of self defense, much stronger than her, very angry, and apparently of little conscience.

Joulie started to panic, but before she could get to her feet, he had knocked her down again, this time with a kick. Still panicking she sent electricity at him fruitlessly. He started dragging her effortlessly by the arm despite her kicking and attempts at shouting. Eventually, she got a good scream out, and he stopped to beat her across the face, knocking her out promptly.

Joulie awoke in a pitch black room. She wasn't sure if it was midnight or an unlit basement, but the musty smell suggested the latter. She took a moment to breath deeply and feel about cautiously. She wasn't bound, but her captor had stripped her of her clothing. She couldn't hear anyone else in the room, so she took a deep breath and flashed the room alight.

Suddenly she felt very claustrophobic as she found herself stuffed in an empty closet. The dirt walls confirmed she was in a basement, but the locked door in front of her was what caused her next panic. The room wasn't small enough to restrict her from standing, but she could easily touch all the walls at once.

Without thinking she banged furiously on the locked door until it suddenly fell open. She stumbled out of the closet and immediately into the Sandslash beyond it. She tried to scream but Thomas was ready with a gag, immediately shoving it in her mouth and clasping it behind her head. Joulie clawed at it until she realized it had a lock for a key in back.

Her eyes widened as Thomas grabbed her by the shoulders then forced her arms down. He effortlessly lifted her and tossed her onto a dirty, unmade bed. He immediately tackled her and flipped her onto her belly. He took her in a one armed half nelson and turned over her.

"We're going to have fun tonight," he whispered into her ear.

Joulie tried to scream, but gagged as she was, the best she could do was a muffled cry. She let out electricity in every direction, but it had no effect other than to encourage her captor to begin straggling her.

"You'll cut that out soon enough," Thomas whispered, "Won't do you any good."

Joulie shrieked as the feeling of cold steel clasped around her wrist. She tried to look back, but the Sandslash had adjusted to be pinning her by her arms on her back. The second wrist being clasped in cold steel confirmed that she was now handcuffed behind her back. Shortly thereafter he had maneuvered her tail to be cuffed between her wrists. Embarrassment struck her as she realized he had cuffed her tail to be raised up, as if she was offering to him. She struggled and kicked, but the Sandslash merely laughed at her fruitless attempts.

"Come now," Thomas taunted her, "Struggle all you want, you'll just tire yourself out."

Her captor kept her pinned with one hand, but was moving about too much. Joulie looked back and to her horror saw that he was pulling down his pants. Joulie started kicking again, but he was just too close. Sudden horror struck her still as she felt a claw graze over her.

"You like that?" Thomas chuckled, "I figured, since it was our first time, I'd get you nice and ready."

As his claw entered her, Joulie took her panic in a different direction. This man was going to mate her, but it couldn't be all bad. He wasn't another Raichu, so it wasn't likely they'd reproduce, was it?

When she was younger she had studied the egg groups religiously. She had... experimented about with exotic men. She was young, who could blame her? But this one, was he in her group? She couldn't remember.

The Sandslash inserted his claw further. She gasped as it made her insides tingle. Her desire to kick and scream was overridden with the realization that he could easily cut her open with the very claw inside her. He twisted it about and scratched her g-spot. It hurt, but damn if he didn't know what he was doing.

She bit down on her gag as he slowly dragged his claw out. Her vision blurry from tears, she still managed to see him take a strong whiff of his soaked claw. The cheeky bastard licked her juices off it. Despite her heavy breathing, she tried to thrash about.

Thomas leaned over her and put his soaked claw to her neck, "It's time you stopped doing that."

Joulie let further tears form as the sharp point of his claw tickled her neck. She stopped struggling, and he removed the claw standing back up. He put each claw on either side of her waist and slowly inserted himself into her.

The tightness in her welled up, and if she could sigh amorously, she would have. When she thought he couldn't possibly go any further in, he stopped and pulled back a bit, allowing her to relax slightly for a moment. Mid-deep breath, he pulled her rump back forcing her to take his entire length to the hilt. His hips loudly smacked against her rump as pain and pleasure ripped her apart.

He sat there momentarily pleased, then grabbed Joulie by the hair and pulled as he started to gyrate his hips into her. The pulses of pleasure stared small, pain overshadowing, but as he started to gain pace the pleasure began to drown out the pain. Eventually she found herself a drooling, snotty mess as this man ravaged her. She felt herself coming close, but somehow he sensed it and denied her, pulling out.

Trying to breath heavily around the gag, she looked back at him wantingly. He grinned devilishly and pulled her up by the neck. Seeing the look in her eyes of pure desire, he removed the gag with his claw and kissed her. His tongue danced forcefully with her quivering, wanting, then he threw her onto the bed on her back. He climbed onto the bed slowly, his enormous member taunting her, his devious grin inviting her. Without thought, Joulie spread her legs for him.

Thomas laughed at her, "Already changed your mind, have you?"

Joulie tried to formulate words, but the Sandslash was upon her before she could think. He teased her entrance with a rub, she quivered deliciously. He took a moment to nibble on her breasts, she attempted to bury his head in them, but found her hands unavailable. He stopped to stare into her wanting eyes, and she sighed pitifully. He took mercy on her and rammed himself inside, she felt the rush of orgasm immediately.

The Sandslash wasn't done with her. As he began to buck rapidly, Joulie moaned with further pleasure. His rhythm continued to hasten as her moans turned into shouts. His hips gyrated more furiously, as she compulsively kissed him forcing her tongue in. He broke from the kiss with a furious brow as his bucking became too wild for her to keep track of. He stopped suddenly as she felt him release his seed deep inside her. He continued to buck as she found her legs around his waist, and emptied himself deep inside.

They laid there, panting for a moment, until Joulie's brain finally caught up with her. Thomas smiled and sweetly kissed her on the cheek. She didn't know how to take this turn of events until a new gag was locked on her and she was thrown back in the closet.

The routine continued with him taking her every night for seemingly a week. He fed her scraps and water, until eventually the tax collection came looking for her. She never found out what happened to Thomas, or the tax money she had collected that day, but after the duke's guard rescued her, she was given safer jobs. She just had to settle for counting.

Ultimately, she never regretted her son never meeting his father.